"Breeding Material"

(A Defiant Anthem)

[Verse 1]

You call me "baby," like I’m made to please,

Just a pretty face, a trophy to seize.

But I’ve got a voice, I’ve got my own mind,

Not just a body for you to unwind.

[Pre-Chorus]

You want me docile, soft, and sweet,

But I ain’t here to kiss your feet.

So take your whispers, take your lies,

I’ll flip the script—now meet my eyes.

[Chorus]

I’m not your "breeding material," no, not anymore,

I’ll slam the door, you’ll hit the floor.

You want a toy? Well, here’s the deal,

Now you’re my sextoy—how’s that feel?

Too damn heavy, too damn vain,

Next time, babe, don’t be so plain.

[Verse 2]

You like to play like you run the show,

Whiskey words and an ego glow.

But tables turn, and now it’s me,

Who laughs and leaves you on your knees.

[Pre-Chorus]

You thought I’d blush and play along,

But I’m the fire, you’re just the wrong.

So pack your charm, your empty praise,

I’ll be the storm—you’ll be the daze.

[Chorus]

I’m not your "breeding material," no, not anymore,

I’ll slam the door, you’ll hit the floor.

You want a toy? Well, here’s the deal,

Now you’re my sextoy—how’s that feel?

Too damn heavy, too damn vain,

Next time, babe, don’t be so plain.

[Bridge]

I’ll wear my power, sharp and bright,

While you’re just here for one damn night.

A fleeting game, a passing high,

You’re disposable—wave goodbye.

[Outro]

So say my name like it’s a prayer,

But I’m the god who doesn’t care.

"Breeding material"? That’s your lie.

Now watch me leave you wondering why.